[Verse 1: Truck North] yeah the Sirens, The Lights Is Blindin battle Cries Sound Off, Warriors Dyin last Call At The Bar For Snakes And Tyrants hands Up, That's A Massacre The Cops Kept Firin run Amok, Keep Y'all Eternally Cryin fed Up, Place Red Stains On Global Giants the Brain Of An Orson Wells stuck In A Masterpiece, Citizen Kane's Personal Hell it's Done, And It's Hot Where Them Hustlers Dwell and The Air Bears The Stench Of A Corpsey Smell homie Down On His Luck One Foot In The Jail and He Down To His Last Wit A Quarter To Sell this Right Here, World Premiere Of The Last Days the Final Paragraphs To The Book's Last Page you Could Feel It Comin, No Runnin Away let's Get Free, Or Let's Get Paid same Shit Different Day the Cornerstone To Where I Lay it's Shattered Glass And Crack Bags Where They Play and Scattered Ass Is Passed In Ridiculous Ways these Cats Chef Like They Isaac Hayes paralell To The Grave stuck In The Game Wit No Rules and We Screamin For Some Water And Some Edible Food man I'm Right There, Rabbit Ears, Nuttin To Lose this Is Whatchu Ain't Learnin In School i'm Tryin Tell You It's Hard
[Chorus:] a Loaf Of Bread, Milk And Eggs, Stick Of Butter Man somebody Mother Lies Dead In The Gutter sheriff Down By Them That's Talkin That Gutter tell The Kids Don't Look Under Those Covers, Mayne [X2]
[Verse 2: Black Thought] check It Out a Child Is Born, His Mother Is Gone he In The Middle Of It Literally, Tusslin Strong for His Life, The Tide High in The Eye Of The Storm A Mannish Boy Arrive and The Riot Is On wit No Spare Time To Try To Respond or Prepare Times It's Hard Not Becomin A Headline or Prayin In The Night When It's Bedtime or Layin Ya Head Down cuz You Already Know What It Is Now you Know A Lot Of Leaders Ain't Honest and They Can't Keep A Promise and I Hate To Speak About It But It's All Freakanomics cramped And Proud Of It, You Amped And You Rowdy treadin Water Tryina Lift Up Ya Head Without Drownin this Type Of Shit Can Make Ya Heart Stop From Poundin butchu Pushin For The Top Too Scared To Stop now It Gets Deep, Bodies Are Floatin Around In The Streets lotta People Who Won't Even Be Around In A Week man Get The Operation Gone whatch'all Waitin On? we Been Patient, Y'all Mo'fuckas Takin Long the Television Gettin All The Information Wrong doin How They Do It Gettin They Miseducation On they Already Late somebody Been Was 'posed To Regulate instead Of Wait Before They Let The Levee Break you Try Runnin From The Truth But It's Givin Chase i Got To Ask Myself Yo, Is Any Nigga Safe?
[Chorus X3]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
